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IN THIS ISSUE

ANNOUNCEMENTS

SEX SHAKE FOR WOMEN

IMPORTANT INFO FOR WOMEN FROM TESTOSTERONE INSTITUTE

JOKES OF THE MONTH

9 TYPES OF DICK

MAKIN' FUCKIN' LOVE BY NQUEEN52

EVERYTYME BY BILLIE SIMON

TITI-A LOVE STORY BY TONY BENNETT

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS 2 BY DRKMOON

ANNOUNCEMENTS

If you order either The Sex Chronicles or Addicted, I will give you free shipping and handling plus your choice of a pack of flavored condoms or a bottle of flavored nipple drops. The Sex Chronicles is $22.00 (344 pages)and Addicted is $20.00 (270 pages). You can send your check or money order to: Strebor Books International, PO Box 10127, Silver Spring, MD 20914. In addition, if you would like to order both books, you can get them for $40.00 and I will send you both a pack of condoms and the nipple drops. You can email me at zane@eroticanoir.com for more details. An excerpt from Addicted can be read at: http://www.eroticanoir.com/addicted.html

If you are one of the thousands that peeped The Punany Project on HBO's Real Sex 24, I am happy to announce that their books, Punany: The Hip Hop Psalms and Verbal Penetration will soon be available on EroticaNoir.com. If you are interested in booking the Punany Poets for a venue on the East Coast, and trust me they are hot, please email me at zane@eroticanoir.com

AtumRa Entertainment, Inc. is looking for women that are interested in making some money working the web. The positions include partial or full nudity and you will be paid. You can visit http://www.atumra.com for more details or send your bio and pics to AtumRa Entertainment, Inc., 244 Fifth Avenue, #C250, New York, NY 10001. My only comment is that I do know one of the men that owns the site and I like what they are doing so far.

If you are a man looking to bare all to the sisters, Photo Artistry is searching for African-American men to grace their 2001 calendar. I am somewhat affiliated with this project so you can either email me for more details or contact the photographer Curtis Givens at Givens1@aol.com.

SEX SHAKE FOR WOMEN

1 Cup milk

1/4 tsp. ground cinnamon

1/4 tsp. ground ginger

1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg

1/4 tsp. ground cloves

One raw egg

*Blend all the items above in a blender and drink one hour prior to sucking your man's dick!

IMPORTANT INFO FOR WOMEN FROM TESTOSTERONE INSTITUTE (I have the sneaking suspicion that a man wrote this!)

1.EVERY BLOWJOB YOU GIVE ADDS ONE MONTH TO YOUR LIFE.

2.IF YOU SWALLOW, THE PROTEIN INGESTED IS EQUIVALENT TO FIVE PORTERHOUSE STEAKS - BUT CONTAINS ONLY 150 CALORIES.

3.A HAND-JOB A DAY KEEPS ARTHRITIS AWAY.

4.EVERY TEN MINUTES OF LOVE-MAKING IS EQUIVALENT TO THIRTY MINUTES ON A TREADMILL.

5.DOING IT DOGGIE-STYLE WILL ERASE CROW'S FEET AND WRINKLES.

6. INTERCOURSE PREVENTS DIVORCE.

7. REGULAR FUCKING RELEASES VITAMIN F, WHICH INCREASES THE NUMBER OF BRAIN CELLS.

8.SEX ELIMINATES HEADACHES.

9.OBEYING THE ELEVENTH COMMANDMENT, "THOU SHALT MAKE THY MAN HARD," TRIPLES YOUR CHANCES OF GETTING INTO HEAVEN.

10.INVITING AN ATTRACTIVE FEMALE FRIEND INTO YOUR BED WITH YOU AND YOUR LOVER EARNS YOU A DIAMOND CHOKER FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY.

JOKES OF THE MONTH

#1 PHARMACY TRIP

An elderly gentleman went to the local drug store and asked the pharmacist for Viagra.

The pharmacist said, "That's no problem. How many do you want?"

The man replied, "Just a few, maybe a half dozen, but can you cut each one into four pieces."

The pharmacist said, "That's too small a dose. That won't get you through sex."

The gentleman said, "Oh, that's all right. I'm passed eighty years old, and I don't even think about sex anymore. I just want it to stick out far enough so I don't pee on my shoes."

#2 THE PRESIDENTIAL CLOCK

Our good buddy Bill Clinton was assigned a new intern named Sally. Being the polite gentleman he is, Bill went to visit Sally and ask her if she needed any questions answered. She said no, so Bill asked, "Have you seen the presidential clock yet?"

Sally replied, "I haven't even heard of the presidential clock."

Bill then replied, "Well let's go to my office, so I can show it to you."

Sally was a little taken aback, and she stated, "With all the problems you've had lately, I don't think we should."

Then Bill said, "Ahh, it's just a clock and I promise I won't try anything."

Sally then agrees to go with him.

Bill leads her to the Oval Office, shuts and locks the door behind them and then drops his pants to the floor. Sally is flabbergasted and says, "Mr. President, that is the presidential cock, not the presidential clock."

Bill looks at her and says, "Sally, by my definition, if you put two hands and a face on it, it's a clock."

#3 CHEAP ISLAND MEN

A Trinidadian man, Jamaican man, and a Guyanese man went for a round of golf and their wives went along as caddies. While walking around the course the Trinidadian wife caught her foot in a rabbit hole, tripped, and fell. Her skirt was over her head revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. The Trinidadian man angrily demanded to know why she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Well, dahlin," she explained, "you give me so little money that I hav' to make sacrifices. Usually nobody does notice. The Trinidadian man pulls $100 out of his pocket. Here, go to Victoria Secrets and buy yourself some 'panti'.

Two holes further along, the Jamaican wife caught her foot on a molehill, tripped and fell. Her skirt was up over her head revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties either! The Jamaican man, obviously upset, asked his wife why she isn't wearing underwear.

"Well, 'oney," she explained, "you give me so little money I cahn afford fi buy any underwear." The Jamaican man pulls $20 out of his pocket. "Here, go to K-mart and buy some 'Draaz'."(JAMAICAN FOR CHEAP PANTY)

Three holes further on, the Guyanese man's wife caught her foot on an exposed root, tripped and landed with her skirt over her head revealing that she too wasn't wearing any panties. Her explanation to her vexed husband was the same as the others. The Guyanese man put his hand into his pocket hand said, "Here's a comb. The least you could do is to keep it neat!"

#4 HILLBILLIES

Three third graders, a Catholic kid, an Italian kid and a Hillbilly kid are on the playground at recess. One of them suggests that they play a new game ..

"Lets see who has the largest penis," he says. "Okay." They all agree.

The Catholic kid pulls down his zipper and whips it out.

"That's nothing,” says the Italian kid. He whips his out. His is an inch longer.

Now not to be outdone, the Hillbilly kid whips his out. It is by far the biggest, dwarfing the other two in both length and girth.

The Catholic and Italian kid are stunned and amazed. "Wow that thing is huge!" they exclaim.

That night, eating dinner at home, the Hillbilly kid's mother asks him what he did at school today. "Oh, we worked on a science project, had a math test and read out loud from a new book and during recess, my friends and I played "Let's see who has the largest penis."

"What kind of game is that, honey?" says the mother.

"Well, me, Sidney and Anthony each pulled out our cranks, and I had the biggest” The other kids say its because I'm a Hillbilly. Is that true, Mom?"

The Mom replied: "No, Honey. It's because you're twenty-three"

#5 SEXUAL HARASSMENT

A man walks up to a woman in his office each day, stands very close to her, draws in a large breath of air and tells her that her hair smells nice. After a week of this, she can't stand it any longer! The woman goes into her supervisor's office, tells him what the coworker does, and that she wants to file a sexual harassment suit against the man. The supervisor is puzzled by this and asks, "What's sexually threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice?"  The woman replies, "He's a midget!"

#6 THE GREEN SHIT BEHIND THE BAR

A man walked into a bar and said to the bartender,
"Give me a shot of that green shit you have over there." 
The bartender said, "I don't know about that, sir, it's pretty strong." 
The man replied, "Good, give me two shots. I just found out my older son's gay." 
The bartender understood and gave the man two shots of the green shit. 
The next night the same man walked into the bar and said, "Give me four shots of that green shit from last night." 
The bartender said, "Are you sure about that?"
The man said, "Yes, I just found out that my younger son is gay." 
The bartender understood and gave him four shots of the green shit. 
Then the next night the man went back to the bar and said, "Give me eight shots of that green shit." 
The bartender said, "I don't think I can do that."
The man said, "Please, I had a horrible day."
The bartender said, "Doesn't anyone in your family eat pussy?"
The man said, "Yeah, my wife."

#7 BETTER LOOK CLOSELY

Whilst enjoying a drink with a buddy one night, this guy decides 
to try his luck with an attractive young girl sitting alone by the 
bar. To his surprise, she asks him to join her for a drink and 
eventually asks him if he'd like to come back to her place. The 
pair jump into a taxi and go back to her place.

Later, the young man pulls out a cigarette from his jeans and 
searches for his lighter. Unable to find it, he asks the girl if 
she has one at hand. "There might be some matches in the top 
drawer," she replies. Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he 
finds a box of matches sitting neatly on top of a framed picture 
of another man. Naturally, the guy begins to worry. 

"Is this your husband?" he inquires nervously.

"No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.

"Your boyfriend then.

"No, don't be silly," she says, nibbling away at his ear.

"Well, who is he then?" demands the bewildered fellow.

Calmly, the girl takes a match, strikes it across the side of her 
face and replies, "That's me before the operation."

9 KINDS OF DICK

MISERABLE DICK- When the guy is extremely handsome. He says the right things and does the right things. When it comes to sex, he is lacking in this department. He sucks your tits too hard, kisses your mouth too long, stays around your neck forever, fingers you like a GYN Doctor, licks your pussy like he's in a track meet and has a very small dick. You try to give him some head, only to find that you are actually sucking a pacifier. This is so miserable. You think, "how can a guy so fine, so polite be so weak" To top everything off ladies, how about just when in your mind you're going to try to get the best out of this, even if you have to make yourself cum, and he beats you to the punch. DAMN!

TOLERABLE DICK- This is funny dick. He eats major pussy. He eats it so good, your knees feel a little weak. It was good enough to make you shed a tear. Then he puts his dick in, just for you to realize that you cannot really feel it!! His stroke is UN-timely and non-rhythmic. You work with it by riding on it as if you were in a Wild Wild West Movie. You hold your pelvis real tight and try to visualize the last big dick you had to get your mind off this less filling dick. It's funny because in the man's mind he'll say, that we just have big pussies from having too much sex and that is why we cannot feel him. Only for them to forget that the pussy is a muscle that accommodates the size of the penis.

INTERNET DICK- Well, how would we define this type of dick? You see, online they talk a damn good game, but you never know what to expect in person. Then you meet and you fuck and the dick is trash. They talk such a good game that you're expecting him to knock the bottom out of it, but HE COULD NOT MAKE YOU CUM!!!

OVERWHELMED DICK- I believe this dick ladies we all can testify to. Whoa! This is the type of dick you misjudged. You saw some signs of weakness in this man. He always caters to you and really does not discuss what he can do in bed with you. When kissing him, you notice you make his knees weak. You hold out on giving him some and tease him. You know what size dick he has because you have either: A. Already gave him some mean ass head or B. Stroked it while he was wearing pants or boxers. So, you thought in your mind, "I am going to whip him."

Only to find he laid the "SMACK IT DOWN" on your pussy. He had you in a figure eight. You were so overwhelmed that you ould not even speak. Your whole pre-calculated fuck was down the drain. He had more game than you. He was like an energizer bunny that keep going and going and you kept cumming and cumming.Now you look at him in a different light.

PUNISHABLE DICK- This is the dick that pisses me off the most. You see, the guy you're sleeping with punishes your pussy. If he has a bad day at work he "punishes your pussy." If he has a bad meal, "he punishes your pussy." If he is pissed off at you, he??? punishes your pussy." No matter what, he "punishes your pussy." It is easy to tell if the guy you're with falls into this category. He always uses phrases like these when he is fucking you:

"DON'T RUN FROM THIS DICK";

"AIN'T THIS SOME GOOD DICK?"

"TELL ME YOU LIKE THIS DICK."

"WHAT'S MY NAME?"

"WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS?"

"I DON'T HEAR YA' TALKIN' SHIT NOW."

"YOU LIKE IT WHEN I GET IN THIS PUSSY DON' T YA?"

GUILTY DICK-THE DICK YOU'RE GETTING FROM SOMEONE WHO IS NOT YOUR MAN Ladies who have cheated on their man temporarily can say, "AMEN" to this type of dick.

Ladies, this is the type of dick that makes you cry and confess to your man you fucked someone else. The guilty dick made you want to tell somebody. Guilty dick is in a class of its own. Guilty dick will make you look and feel different about the dick you got at home. Guilty dick makes you have multiple orgasms. Makes you cry and you have no clue to why. This dick is so intense, when it is being administered it sends you into a trance. He has a slow, long stroke, sweats on you, asks you if your comfortable about six times, you started at 6PM and it is now going on 9PM and he is not tired and hasn't cum yet. The lips on your pussy are so swollen that if you got outta bed they would be draggin' the ground. It hurt so good. He licks on your pussy as if he was a baby cat licking warm milk, he savors it like you're the main course meal. He smells it like fine wine. By now you're in shock and forget about your man. He has at least two inches more than your man. When you're back with your man, you're wondering why he can't perform like guilty dick. You even have the nerve to get mad and then instruct him to do what guilty dick did to you.

PLEASURABLE DICK- This is good convenient dick. Easy dick. Dick you can call when your body needs a fix. He gives you major head like GUILTY DICK, and fucks you like GUILTY DICK. Only thing is, you do not have a man so you're not feeling guilty. Whenever you call, this dick is ready. His dick craves your pussy. This dick is available in any place at anytime.

GOTDAMN DICK- Ladies, now this is dick that will definitely send you to hell if you're not married to it. This dick is just like PLEASURABLE and GUILTY DICK. His dick is anywhere from 9.5 to 11 inches long and has the circumference of a half dollar. This dick makes you numb, cry and pray all at the same time. While he is getting it doggy style, you look towards the heavens and say, "GOTDAMN THIS IS SOME GOOD DICK"

CAP'N DICK- This is the gold mine dick. This dick is the dick that you commit yourself too. You do not cheat on it and you keep it a well kept secret. In fact, you constantly crave and feign for this dick. When you get this dick, you go through convulsions. This is the dick that makes you EVEREADY. You call in sick from work for it. This dick is so major it is

OVERWHELMED DICK, PLEASURABLE DICK, GUILTY DICK and GOTDAMN DICK all in one. This is the dick that you want to put insurance on, just in case anything should happen to it. This dick makes you stutter while speaking and has you nervous for no reason. You lay back afterwards thinking "THIS IS HOMEWRECKIN' DICK" "GOTTA TELL MY MAMA GOTTA TELL SOMEBODY, ANYBODY."

WHICH ONE WOULD YOU PREFER?!!!!!

This month, I am featuring the erotic poetry of two talented sisters and erotic stories from two talented brothers.  The stories are long and you will have to visit the site to read them in their entirety.  I just give you a little taste to wet your appetite but they are all the bomb.  Please check out the Featured Erotica section of EroticaNoir.com because it is growing by leaps and bounds and overflowing with talent.  Make sure you email the writers and let them know what you think of their work.  Thanks, Zane

MAKIN' FUCKIN' LOVE by NQUEEN52@aol.com

don't just make love to me
and don't you dare just fuck me,
make fuckin' love to me.
i want deep long, strong,
slow, grinding strokes.
i want my sheets soaked.
pretend that you are thirsty
and my juice 
is the last you'll ever taste.
don't waste one drop,
don't stop if i say so. just go
deep. deeper and the pussy only gets
sweeter.
talk to her, let her know
how much you need her.
don't just lick my body
and kiss my body
suck my body.
be roughly gentle.
don't just caress me
and hug me. rub me,
squeeze me, don't make it easy,
tease me.
make me work for you.
sprinkle yourself down
the seam of my back.
NO, as a matter of fact,
let me digest you
and try my best to
invoke a tremble
i want to watch you release
as you cease to.....
make fuckin' love to me.

d. neal 2000

EVERYTYME by BILLIE SIMON-Excerpt from suite 69...black lesbian erotica, volume ii.

everytyme
i see u 
i wonder
would u like a 
good fuck
maybe even 
give up that tired
brotha u dealin wit'
and let me hit
wit' my 
clit
tongue and 
temporary dick
cuz yo ass 
is like a tootsie pop
and i'll lick it
til u tell me 2 
stop
or when i hit 
the center
whichever cums 
quicker
cuzzzzzz...

everytyme
we share a glance
i can feel yo hands
along my flesh
and i'd give 
my last breath
just 2
caress them breasts
and that's my word
and its solid
cuz not only
do i fuck well
but i drops knowledge
cuzzzzzz....

everytyme
you pass me by
my mind 
starts 2 masturbate
i grab a pen
and a pad
and the next thing 
i know
i'm cummin'...
and that's 
evertyme 
i see u...

now ain't that sumthin'

TITI-A LOVE STORY BY TONY BENNETT

I awake from another night of undiscovered moments of my mind (dreaming). Another night thinking, fascinating over this image, this woman, this spellbinding creature that awakens my soul. Her image has been invading my thoughts for three weeks now, I don’t know why? Trying desperately to get out of bed. I roll over and as I attempt to sit up. I turn towards the mirror and as the first glimmer of morning’s light reflects through my balcony’s window; its rays hit my eyes and blinds me momentarily. I raise my hands to my eyes, trying desperately to block them. As its rays begin to diminish in their strength, out of the corner of my eye I see what I thought was the image of her in the mirror. It was like the morning rays had again awakened memories of her in my mind.

She wouldn’t leave my thoughts. I wondered through what strange twist of fate had my mind created her; where did she come from. In last night’s hot bed, dreams of her were again rekindled. Her body, tall, dark, as smooth as the peddles of a hyacinth. Her face so regal captivated me and engulfed my soul. It felt as if each touch, each kiss from her embraced the very core of my existence. As her image faded from the mirror and my eyes began to focus, I noticed what appeared to be oil smeared across my chest. I wondered, where it could have come from and tried to remember what I’d done the night before. As I began wiping it off, again images of her returned. Again, that dream, those thoughts; as if real - haunted me and held me fast, now wishing that her image would again appear.

As I stood there looking in the mirror, touching the areas where her image had appeared, the doorbell rang. Gathering myself, I darted towards the door; still in somewhat of a daze, I’d forgotten that I’d left my laptop on the floor of the living room last night, in a feeble attempt at creating a love story. Rushing, as I passed the couch I jammed my toe against it trying to avoid stepping on my laptop. As I fell to the floor and grabbing my toe, I could see my toenail was welling with blood. I stood up and began hopping to the door and fell again. As I began applying pressure to it, hoping that it would stop the bleeding, whoever was at the door, was still knocking and as the pain progress, so too did it seem the knocking. I was now becoming annoyed; seeing that I couldn’t get to it quick enough and my toe was hurting like hell, I yelled out come in.

They must not have heard me because they continued knocking and I yelled again, this time at the top of my lungs “Come the Hell In Will Ya”. As I bent down in pain I heard the door to my loft open and this figure quickly pass by. Between the pain and blood, I managed to ask who it was? I heard someone, a woman say, “Where are your towels” as I told her, I then realized that the person now in my house was truly a woman. I guess she’d seen that I was bleeding and gone to retrieve a towel to help.

She bent down in front of me and began applying pressure I couldn’t see her face, but as she was squeezing the towel against my foot, her hands caught my eye and my mind flashed backed to the women that invaded my nightly dreams.

This person, this woman now helping me, hands, my god; were so, so long, soft and beautifully shaped, I was at once mystified and as I sat there this wonderful aroma engulf me. I still couldn’t see who she was so I reached out to lift her head. As I reached out gently touching her cheek and as I begun lifting her face upward, it seemed that our movements were in slow motion. And as her face became noticeable to my eyes, her fragrance again began to overwhelm me. It was sandalwood; gardenia and what seem like a hint of lotus. Her eyes and face had now became clearer. And as she presented me with this big wonderful smile, our eyes then touched and I notice for the first time their color. They were brown, with what appeared to be a light touch of crimson. It was like looking into the outer edges of a fire.

You know the edges that seem so pleasant but are the hottest, almost hypnotic. I was getting lost in them; it was the most wondrous thing to see. As she turned towards me I now saw that this beautiful creature standing before me was none other than Titi, my neighbor from across the hall. Titi, Ah, Titi; she was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever seen. Her skin was the color of myrrh, her fragrance from some far away land, her eyes hypnotic and her smile was as if licked my moonlight. The pain must have subsided because I felt nothing at this point. Or was I just lost in the beauty that was Titi. Just then I remembered her fragrance, one which sometimes whisked pass my nose when I’d come into the building and when following it like some hound dog, would always lead me right to Titi.

To read the rest of this story, which is all that and a bag of chips, please go to http://www.eroticanoir.com/titi.html

CHANCE ENCOUNTER 2 BY DRKMOON

Nikole Spencer made the two hour drive easily, arriving well ahead of the approaching snowstorm. The skies were dark gray as she checked in. The front desk clerks were in the middle of shift change. The resort computers had been up and down all day, they were comparing notes for the shift turnover. Her reservations were one of several dozen that had been deleted by accident!

Nikole had waited patiently in the line at the front desk over thirty minutes. At least fifteen people behind her also were waiting to check in. Several men in line behind her did not mind the view. Nikole was extremely easy on the eyes. Five foot four, one hundred and twenty pounds, shoulder length auburn hair, silky smooth dark chocolate complexion! Her skirt was cut 2 inches above the knee highlighting her shapely calves.

With the keys to Cabin 20, finally in her hands Nikole had a spring in her step, anticipating the hot tub full of bubble bath soon to come! Her original plan called for Dwayne and her spending some quality time that weekend at Hidden Valley Resort.

It was going to be a surprise for him, but in the end she was the one surprised!

Their relationship had reached the point where Nikole had begun weighing the pro's and con's of a split with Dwayne. The time they spent arguing had really worn her down to the point where she was beginning to regret going home. The apartment and furnishings they had bought together, each kept separate bank accounts. The items in the apartment were things that could be replaced except for her family photos. The rest was stuff she would not lose sleep over.

She fantasized about going home grabbing some things and telling him to keep the rest! The first item on the list to be missed would be "the dick". That thought brought a smile and a frown to her face. That was part of their current problems, Nikole was not getting enough dick!

Nikole's job as a network system analyst had lately been requiring that she work lots of overtime during the week. Dwayne Robinson was the Men's track coach at Arturo College. The track schedule consumed his weekends, his training programs meant he would be gone to work before she got up. And asleep when she returned home. She hardly saw Dwayne for more than a couple of hours during the week.

Even then that time was spent arguing!

Nikole thought a weekend vacation would put a spark back in their relationship. An associate from work had mentioned the resort and recommended Cabin 20 because of its view from the hot tub. Nikole checked it out on the Internet and found it to be perfect. She made reservations, charging it on her Visa card, printing out the reservation confirmation. She left work early, stopping by the flower shop for balloons.

Her intentions were to leave the balloons and invitation for the weekend. Opening the front door she noticed the scattered clothes! Then the noise coming from the bedroom confirmed somebody was fucking! She dropped the card and balloons on the couch. She walked to the bedroom door, opening it slowly and looking in.

Her all night pipe layer had Kimberly Martin, the coach of the Arturo College Women's track team, riding his dick!. They were so involved they had not noticed her standing at the partially open door! She quietly closed the door, Nikole paced the living room, trying to get herself under control! All kinds of thoughts ran thru her head, boiling hot grits, hot cooking oil, use her mace and squirt them both, zap them with her stun gun and tie them up and torture them, that thought brought a smile to her face.

Oh well she thought, it's not like we're married. She had no intention of going to jail for either of them. Nikole gathered her balloons and card, turning to leave, she was almost out the door.

"OOOHHH GODDD!" Kimberly screamed!

Those words flipped the switch and it was on! Nikole put her items back down, and went into the kitchen. She took the biggest pot she could find. Filling it with cold water, she returned back to the bedroom.

Dwayne and Kimberly were caught up in the moment, they never noticed Nikole opening the door. She was standing by the bed, when Dwayne saw her! She dumped the cold water all over them and threw the pot out the bedroom window! The cold winter air flooded into the room, leaving them scrambling for cover!

Kimberly's screams and Dwayne pleas of "baby hold up" were music to her ears as she packed some of her clothes and left. She could get the rest of her stuff later, but right now she need to get away from the bad scene. She was sure she could and would do better the next time.

To read the rest of this story, which is also all that and a bag of chips, please go to http://www.eroticanoir.com/chance.html

This concludes the July 2000 issue of Zane's Erotica Noir. See you in August.

PEACE AND MUCH LOVE,

Zane